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One winter while car-camping my way
across Utah I stopped at the Little Sahara
National Recreation Area, a sprawl of sand
dunes in the middle of a high
juniper-covered desert. That night it
snowed about a foot, trapping me in the
middle of nowhere. It was one of the best
things that happened that trip. During the
night, a group of great horned owls were
flying around everywhere. As I followed
them a few red foxes kept following me.
(They probably wanted to know why some guy
was walking around at 2 am. in a snow
storm.) The next morning I watched as
coyotes ran around on the now completely
white sand dunes; a mystical white
everywhere. With the strong cold wind, low
stormy clouds, and a foot of snow on the
undulating rows of dunes, it felt like I
was somewhere up in the arctic range.
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